Third Uncle Nan knew that the longer he ran, the more people from the Closed Door Village would be activated by himself, but he had no choice, and he didn't dare to look back at those monsters who had no heads, but were slowly approaching him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The third uncle of the south did not know, once he was surrounded by them, what would be the result, as the so-called, the road of heaven and earth, finally, under the light of the torch that was about to burn in his hand, the third uncle found hope, in front, only dozens of steps away from him, swaying and whirring, as if there was a big yellow courtyard, and the main gate of this yellow courtyard facing north and south was wide open.

In the impression of the third uncle of Nan, the palace where the emperor lived and the temple where the monk lived were both yellow, and these two places could not be invaded by evil spirits, in other words, as long as the third uncle Nan entered the large courtyard with yellow face, he realized that he had been completely protected by the gods.

Thinking of this, Third Uncle Nan exerted his strength to feed, relying on the last bit of strength and the last bit of slight firelight, like an arrow off the string, before he re-entered the dark world where he couldn't see his fingers, he was lucky to cross the high threshold of the yellow courtyard.

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Sure enough, as expected, it was safe, Uncle Nan stood in the middle of the same dead courtyard, looking up, above was the bright moon in the sky, pure and beautiful, and below was that he didn't need to light the torch, but he could also distinguish the things around him, including the pavilions and pavilions.

At this time, the outside of the courtyard suddenly became quiet again, and gradually I couldn't hear the footsteps of the people who were following closely behind me.

"Huh~" After a plan, Uncle Nan finally breathed a long sigh of relief, after that, he put down his toolbox, took out the second torch, and then lit it, and then, he held the burning torch in his left hand, held the Luoyang shovel tightly with his right hand, and walked lightly towards the opposite hall.

When Uncle Nan kicked hard with his right foot to open the wooden door blocking his way, he finally confirmed that the big yellow courtyard where he was located was neither a temple where monks lived, nor a palace where the emperor Lao Tzu lived, but just an ordinary ancestral hall used by the villagers of Fengmen Village to worship and worship their ancestors.

Of course, the ancestral hall and the temple are the same places, and there are some idols and gods, but Uncle Nan looked at it, and this Fengmen Village was not a tall Buddha or a taller god, but a strange little puppet, an elderly man wearing a dragon robe and holding a sword.

"Who is he?" such a question resurfaced in the mind of Third Uncle Nan, who had always been alive, and hurriedly flashed.

Originally, the appearance of an emperor's idol in this panicked mountain range was enough to puzzle Uncle Nan, but he didn't expect that then Uncle Nan inadvertently regressed, and his ass inexplicably touched something as hard.

Naturally, the third uncle shouted "ah~" again, this damn Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, this Mid-Autumn Festival that was supposed to be a beautiful reunion dinner at home, but he was trapped in this mysterious closed village and couldn't get out, and even he forgot that this was the first time he was scared into a cold sweat by the wonderful appearance of the tomb name.

"What is it this time?" Third Uncle Nan thought for a while, and then slowly turned around, and his eyes fell on the things behind him that were gradually illuminated little by little.

When Third Uncle Nan saw that thing clearly, he was stunned again, it turned out that it was the Taishi chair that appeared behind him, more precisely, a Taishi chair that was empty and appeared quietly.

"However, obviously when I entered this ancestral hall, this hall was empty, why is there a Taishi chair now?" Third Uncle Nan asked himself, because there was no one to communicate, so he could only ask himself, and tested his basic cognitive ability and nervous system that was so fragile that it could collapse at any time.

Just when Uncle Nan didn't know how to spend the first terrifying and long night in this Fengmen Village, there was a very kind old man's voice whispering to Uncle Nan:

"You're tired, you're tired, just sit down in this chair and rest. ”

"Well, it's fine, it's fine. Third Uncle Nan was very pleased to agree, and then he followed like a demon and sat down on the Taishi chair in front of him.

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Today, tonight, Third Uncle Nan is really tired, he really can't walk, and he doesn't want to go anymore.

The warm and somewhat dazzling sunlight hit down, and the third uncle Nan felt it, so he opened his eyes again, and a very cute little girl ran in his direction with a smile, and then threw herself into his arms and kept spoiling. What she said, Uncle Nan wanted to hear clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear clearly.

Uncle Nan could only hug this little girl tightly, as if he was holding his own daughter, comfortingly, stroking, after a while, she stopped making trouble, and after a while, she fell asleep on her lap again.

Uncle Nan then looked out again, under the sun, outside this yellow courtyard, the villagers of Fengmen Village, dressed in simple clothes, walked slowly in front of him, they were either carrying hoes, or carrying firewood, or leading black goats, among the crowd outside, there were men and women, old people who were already very inconvenient to move, and there were also small dolls the size of the naughty little girl in their arms.

Among them, some of them were smiling at Uncle Nan sitting on the Taishi chair, and some were saying something to Uncle Nan sitting on the Taishi chair, but what did they say?

"Dunru, what are you doing? Don't you think about it?" Xiuwen yelled, and then jumped with his life, just in time to catch his brother Dunru, who was about to jump into the well.

At the same time, he roared in such a loud voice, and he also woke up Uncle Nan, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair, from his dream.

"Master, please come and help, I can't stand it. Xiu Wen pleaded and said to Third Uncle Nan.

Under the big sun, Uncle Nan stood up from the Taishi chair, he first looked at his empty hands, and then, cleared his mind, sorted out his thoughts, and then, like a hollow wooden man, walked out of the main hall, and walked towards Xiuwen, Brother Dunru.

At this moment, the sky changed again, and it changed in seconds, a black cloud that was so huge that it could not be seen clearly, pressed over, at a speed that no one could see, covering the original wind and sunny sky of Fengmen Village, and then, the wind was fierce, and then it rained a thin rain of blood.